Wen Ping didn't speak, but silently bowed his head and poured another glass of white liquor into his stomach.
In fact, he could guess what Little Miao would say.
It would either be that someone forced her, or that she desperately needed some Points and had no choice but to yield to someone, or maybe an ex-boyfriend had some special preferences, and for love, she did whatever he wanted.
Beyond these reasons, what else could there be?
Yet before he came, his heart had already begun to waver. Perhaps he could accept it, after all, if Little Miao could choose again, she definitely wouldn't want such an experience.
"That woman in the photo album isn't me."
"Huh?"
Wen Ping, who had been prepared to hear what sort of excuse Little Miao would come up with, had his brain freeze at her words, and he looked up in bafflement, "Not you?"
Big sister.
I thought you were going to make excuses for yourself, but are you trying to find an 'I've got bad eyesight' excuse for me now?